Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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May 16, 2010 at 1:28 am · Filed under African American and tagged: beauty, body, cordieb, Earth, friends, light, mind, moon, peace, relationships, riddle, soul, spiritual riddle, stars
Current Mood:
Cool
I have been rather quiet here lately – I’ve been in the listening mode rather than the talking mode. Sometimes too much chatter jumbles the mind, so I’ve been sitting back taking in, absorbing for the moment. However, know that my thoughts remain with each of you loyal readers and those who happen to pass by this space every now and then.
Below is a repost of a riddle I wrote some time ago… perhaps you can solve it before you get to the end. 
And always remember, the stars look up tos you babe!
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I’ve guided multitudes of earthly beings through many dark nights
I’ve been a beacon of hope for many a man lost in his flight
Although I’m quite illuminous, I have absolutely no light energy alone . . .
I’m blessed by the light of my brethren to co-create life from cold stone
As long as my universal family shines, then I shall shine too . . .
And I, in-turn, humbly reflect that ambiance of light unto you.
So I can aide you in finding your way from the lost journey afar
And thus, you might illuminate another who may not know whom or where they are.
Like many, I sometimes have dreary days and nights when I feel so alone,
When I’m blocked from my light source by dark storm clouds of energy unknown.
I realise it’s all an illusion, for my light soure remains true, bright and clear
But when you’re lost in dark pastures, tis hard to let go the false fear.
So in today’s midnight, I remind you even a blind man can see the light bright,
For they are not blinded by false perceptions of absense of love’s light.
You see, the blind sees beauty in realness . . . and truth without lies . . .
They don’t look for false answers in the suns, moons or skies . . .
They feel warmth in kindness, compassion and love . . .
In darkness, they are guided by inner awareness, not from detachments thereof;
They love, hate or feel indifference to us for ourselves in the mist of life’s rugged race . . .
They most brilliantly see the love in our hearts–in spite of our physical face!
Visionless, they see the hatred in our hearts, in spite of physical beauty
Like a blind child or man, we should all stress to make it our duty . . .
To look into the true hearts of children, women, and men . . .
See all people as they really are, not pre-judge by their hair, face or skin.
But you needn’t close your eyes to see the light . . .
You can have 20/20 vision and still use your insight . . .
If you’ve accepted and embraced the blessing of inner vision and true clarity
Then you understand, I once was lost but now I’m found; was blind but now I see.
But alas, I will guide you in your journey, it won’t be too late or too soon . . .
I’m a luminous guide in life’s dark forrest, I am simply . . . . (click below for answer)
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December 29, 2009 at 4:20 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: abandonment, alcoholism, beggar, beginnings, belief system, Beliefs, Believe, change, company, drinking, drunk, enemys, faith, friends, homeless, Love, lush, new, New Year, relationships
Current Mood:
Happy & 
Playful
- Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887
From Lush to Love
In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush
resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush
life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope
so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table
the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled
In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine
stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line
She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized
Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised
she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn
so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend
so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line
she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine
he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace
to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place
she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart
as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start
he developed a positive out look on life and love
Discovering his true self, he became aligned thereof
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at the table…
the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled
~CordieB.
Another Quote for the Day: Don’t let ‘em steal your joy ~Sinbad
Quote for the Day: We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love. . . .
May 7, 2009 at 2:39 pm · Filed under Art, Justice, life, Love, Mental Stress, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: blossom, boys, children, cordieb, friends, girls, growing, growing up, Jump Back Juicy, Keith Haring, Love, mocking, playing, poems, Poetry, Spirituality, spring, teasing, Tree of Life
Art – Tree of life, By Keith Haring , 1985
The following poem was written in response to Simply Snicker’s poetry prompt. This week’s (Through May 10th) prompt prompts us to use the words, Jeer , Jump and Just in our poems.
Also, we are celebrating the life of American pop artist Keith Haring , who was born on May 4, 1958. A sample of his wonderful art is shown above. Also, visit his site. He was a most wonderful artist.
In light of the light-hearted, yet meaningful and deeply spiritual, nature of Keith Haring’s art. .. I thought I’d try a little light hearted poetry to accompany his work. Of course a spiritual lesson is spinned in the words too–I think. Anywho…
Jump Back Juicy
Jump back Juicy, have no fear
Just becuz they jab and jeer
can’t you see the time is near…
when yo eyes seez crystal clear
Jump back Juicy, dry those eyes
look into the bright blue skys
nature’s bout to make allies
of those boys who make you cry
Jump back Juicy; have no doubt
You’ze about to step on out
You’ze beginning now to sprout
Ain’t no need to worry bout
Nothin that those boys a saying
they just boys who likes a playing
pretty soon they be prayin
for the comfort of yo laying…
Jump back Juicy, let’s go play
it’s another pretty day
Picked you flowers round the way
What’s yo real name anyway…?
~Written by CordieB.
Quote for Today: All things blossom in due time. ~CordieB.
I have a feeling you are in the mist of blossoming right now~ Just you wait and see!
Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.
September 4, 2008 at 7:13 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: addiction, blogging, friends, life, Poetry, theraphy, therapy
Artist Credit
ruler whorl by ~demonslayer3513 on deviantART
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Tainted realities; addictive as dope
I’ve got the story; you bring the rope
I’ll give you insight; You’ll give me hope
We feed each other accolades to help us cope
With life’s dailys; conjured fears
I’ve got the words; bring me the tears
I can express your silent, wrecked emotions;
Make you feel like you’ve taken a get well potion
Recite the story of your life in verse
Could be a blessing; might be a curse
You share your stories that touch me deep
Stories so familiar to self; secrets to keep
This is the life the of the blogger, addicted
Words of free therapy for the lone and afflicted
Friends we don’t know; but know intimately
Group therapy of that which bonds us collectively
Laughter and tears we shed so often for each other
Actual anger if there’s mistreatment of a blog sister or brother
Missing the posts when the blog disappears
Sadness and happiness; laughter and tears
Through the days, through the months; often through years
Feeling the words of the writer, poet, communicator
Living our lives through the words of the blog’s creator
I’m blessed to found this outlet in each of you
YOu’ve all proved to be real; tried and true
Tell me your secrets; I’ll tell you no lies
I’ll tell things that make eyebrows rise
Tainted realities; addictive as dope
We’ve got the stories; let’s cut the rope
~By CordieB
July 18, 2008 at 3:16 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, enemies, friends, friendship, inspiration, Love, poems, Poetry, relationships, riddle, spiritual riddle, Spirituality, Trust
Photo courtesty of G. and CordieB; "I Dare You to Let Go" -Under a Creative Commons License.
On the playground you would dare me to fall back into your arms;
But always you caught me in the nick of time from all harms;
I thought we’d be friends forever; I felt so safe and secure
But then one somber day, I wasn’t quite as confident and sure.
I looked around and it seemed you had passed me on by
I asked myself many times what did I do; was it I?
Seemed you’d snatched that security blanket away from my midst;
But I knew not why I had been so eagerly dismissed.
I did not realize that you were really still there. . .
But in a different aspect, for which I was not yet aware.
I grew into puberty still needing you; I craved for your being;
I became angry, sad, confused; emotionally fleeting and bleeding.
Indeed, there were instances where you might come back to me once more
But, I could not allow your presence to once again steal my joy;
I ran away each time I felt you were close on my heals. . .
I turned cold and hid my feelings with false smiles and ideals.
Then one day in June on a warm beautiful spring day,
You looked into my eyes and melted the icy fears away;
I thought you were all I needed and I gave into you once more . . .
We were one and mighty; to the top of the heaven’s we’d soar!
Then one amber evening as we were flying I smiled and looked around
And to my astonishment and dismay, you were not to be found!
Low and behold I quickly fell hard, straight back to the ground
In my fear to loose gravity – I became imperiously bound . . .
To certainties; no more would I venture my heart and soul
I thought I knew the meaning of life; I held tight all control!
I didn’t realize that you had never really left me completely;
But only changed forms; although disguised ever so discreetly.
I didn’t know that you changed forms to teach me the lessons. . .
In life that I needed to receive all the blessings. . .
that I would partake and share in the bounties and adversities
Of living, loving and giving of myself through all actualities.
But one sweet December, during a cold winter’s snow
I looked out the window and what would you know?
I saw in the glistening of the snow drifts so wondrously clear,
The tracks of your being, forever so near!
I looked at the tracks of my life in that opulent snow,
and for the first time in my life, I learned to let go!
I realized that through all challenges, I always survived!
You had always been there in one form or another as I thrived!
Who is this Spirit that changes with time?
Disguised in familiarity and strangers; bad and good times . . .
I realized that no matter what happens, I will go on
Although family, friends, or circumstances decide to move on . . .
I knew that this Spirit resided in God’s Grace and Love for Self
With strength and endurance, in spite of all else . . . .
I knew that no matter, I could always revamp–readjust
I’d finally embraced you wholly, you are . . . . (Click below for Answer!)
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February 28, 2008 at 7:31 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: belief, Courage, energy, friends, girlfriends, Humanity, joy, knowing, life, Love, men, pleasure, relationships
What is the difference between joy and happiness? What is the difference between knowing and believing? Wht is the difference between love and pleasure? Joy, knowing and love are what you feel. Happiness, believing and pleasure are ways you think. The former are all internal experiences. The latter are responses to external events. The former are things over which you have control through the power of your mind. The latter are experiences through which you can be controlled by events and people!
If you are waiting for something to happen that will make you happy, chances are you are killing off your joy. Joy comes through you. Happiness comes to you! If you seek your joy within, you will be happy, no matter what is going around you. When you know you will be protected, guided and blessed, it is easy to believe in more than what you can see. If you only believe what you can see around you, you may miss the blessings that are right under your nose. If you have and hold love in your heart, you will always know what to do and what to say. If you measure out how much love to give, you will undoubtedly meet people and situations who have a reflective measure of love for you. Nothing can hapen for you in the outside world until you create the energy to attract it to and through your inside world.
Until Today, you may have misssed the little differences that coudl make a big difference in your life. Just for today, be devoted to developing a strong inner life that can create a better outer life. In prayer and meditation ask to experiece joy, knwoing and love, knowing that once you ask, you will receive!
~Inyanla Vanzant
Yesterday, I became so off track that I was still off track this morning. Now, I’m usually very even tempered, and try to see the good side of everthing in life and people. But yesterday, some people really pissed me off. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. Also, the people responsible for my anger have no idea of the gravity of the anger I had. (They will, if they ever read this, however.)
Now as a female, we tend to let relationship issues tick us off more so than any thing else. We can deal with unruly children, pestering neighbors, lazy co-workers, incompentent managers, idiodic family members, fu-ked up friends, you name it. But as soon as someone does something that we perceive as being disrespectful, flirtatious, etc, when pertaining to our man, we loose our cool composition points; or is it just me?
My friend/coworker (who doesn’t have a man of her own) finds it her appointed duty to ride with my man and tell him everything about her, including her sex life, lack of sex life, home life etc. Mind you, we all work for the same agency. Now, being that his job requires him to ensure that she has transportation to her vehicle after work, it’s really no big deal, right? After all everyone chats, talks about their lives while riding, etc. Also, they are friends, too. . .Right? But when you have to ride around the post over and over, still yacking, and telling my man all of your intimate secrets, making him swear to secrecy on a stack of bibles, after a while it starts pissing me off. Hell, I wonder what his response would be if I rode around with one of his croneys? How many secrets do you plan on telling my man not to tell me! I know the shit is childish; but I was just rubbed wrong yesterday, and still am, as you may see from the tone of this post.
Ok. Here is the part that broke the campbell’s back. I get in the van to ride around because I have something that I want to talk to my man about. Mind you, we are all friends–he and she more so than she and I. I realize that he has given her one of our last ciggerettes, and she makes it a point to let me know that she rode off the installation with him to go fuel the vehicle. Ok. I try not to show my contempt, I’m hoping that the steam coming from my ears is not too thick.
So, I make up casual conversation and friendly inquiries, asking about the kids, the job, and whatever. But, evidently, I couldn’t fake the funk good enough. She must have seen the steam coming from my ears or else she heard the toot toot sound muffled in my throat.
Here’s the kicker. Once she’s on her way home, she calls my man back, upset, (almost in tears he says) because she senses that I may have had an ATTITUDE. He said she sounded like she was about to cry, and said she wasn’t going to ride with him anymore, and she needed the exercise anyway, because she didn’t want to start any trouble–and we (me and her) are friends.
BULLSHIT. Now you can bullshit some of the people some of the time, and most of the people some of the time, and some of the people most of the time, but you can NEVER pull bullshit over me when it comes to my man!
(1) If I’m your friend, you wouldn’t constantly tell my man your secrets, and say dont’ tell me.
(2) I wouldn’t dream of riding around with a friend’s man, yacking and yacking. That shit just ain’t kosher.
(3) I’m beginning to think that perhaps she gets a kick out of this drama – being that she made it a point to point out that they had to go off post. That’s not Friendship. That’s Bullship.
(4) If she felt I had a problem with the riding, she should have approached me with her sob phoney story about not riding anymore because she sensed I was upset.
Anyway. . . . (haaa. . . . . . . I’m exhaling now) I feel better now. I’m experiencing joy, knowing and love and no one can take that or give that to me except myself, because it’s internal.
Peace, Light and Love to you and yours. . . .
